On the weekend we popped up the coast to visit some dear ones and their kids. Our children are all merely months apart and have grown up knowing each other, but then they went and had a third child….Baby Wren, as my kids call her.
Generally I have a 10 second rule on holding babies as anything after that may stimulate my ovaries but I’m afraid to say that I held that dear sweet baby for quite a while.
Her Mama had had a long drive with Baby Wren screaming in the back and when I saw her she looked frayed.
I remember that feeling, of not being able to soothe my wailing baby, and them not being able to tell me what was wrong. So helpless, everyone in that situation.
We spent the night and in the 18 or so hours we saw them that baby just seemed to eat and sleep. I forgot about that too. Endless rounds of feeding and nappies.
I sat with that sweet smelling baby on my lap and I rubbed my cheek on her downy head, as her hands were grasping at hair to tug, and suddenly I remembered that…
That feeling, that primal nurturing feeling, and I knew I had overheld the baby and stirred those slumbering ovaries.
It made me wonder for a moment – could I do it again (relationship status notwithstanding)…. could I go back to that endless, thankless, crazy newborn phase and do the whole damned thing again?
Obviously, I could – biologically I’m ticking away sure, but I physically could, the question is:
Holy dooly twinging ovaries, would I want to?
The next day we took all five kids, 5 years and under, to an indoor play centre on a cold and rainy Sunday and that pretty much answered the question for me.
Anyway, I figured a tired mum of three would love me forever if I took dinner for everyone so I made this slow roast lamb the day before and it was a killer on a winter’s evening. Click here for the recipe and enjoy!
What’s your favourite thing to cook when you are helping out a friend by giving her a home cooked meal?